a/n: Ok so I wrote this story like five years ago and I just recently found like allll my fanfiction that I had written out on paper and I really did like this story so I decided to revamp it and make it better. So I took down the old version of this and this is the new, awesome, spectacular version :) I hope y'all like it

Disclaimer: I of course, do not own DTNG. If I did, the old cast would still be there and I would end my boycott of the show (I refuse to watch it now lol) and "Here Is Gone" is by The Goo Goo Dolls


Chapter One- Here Is Gone

Blake dropped the boxes in the middle of the floor and sighed. His father has insisted on moving back to this place. Moving across town was one thing, but moving from Michigan to Canada?? He was pretty sure his father was high on something to think that this was a good idea.

"So what do you think?" his dad came to the door behind him with a smile.

"I think that I should be out with Julie right now," Blake said not looking him.

He sighed. "Blake, I know that you're mad at me for moving us-"

"Out of the country Dad!! What the hell!?"

"This is where I grew up, this has always been my home."

"Well that's just super for you. But Michigan, you know…in America, has always been my home."

"Blake, I didn't come here so we could fight all the time," his father said crossing his arms.

"Well then looks like someone made a mistake," he mumbled and his father sighed again.

"I'm going to order a pizza, can we pretend that we like each other tonight?" he asked rhetorically as he left.

"Denial will kill you," he replied loudly.

Blake looked around at the room he was supposed to live in and grabbed his jacket. If he had to spend one more minute in this room, he was pretty sure he was going to put his head through a wall.

"I'm going out."

"Oh really? Where?" his dad asked amused.

"Well gee Dad, I don't know. Maybe if I get lucky I can find the border and go home," he said as he left.

"I understand why you're so upset-"

Blake cut his father off at the door. "No you don't Dad!! I was about to start senior year and you just fucked that all up!! I get that you're sad, you have been ever since Mom died, but moving us up here…what the hell Dad?" he crossed his arms and stared at the older man but he just sighed. "That's what I thought. I'll be back later," Blake said as he let the door slam behind him.

Ever since that night four months ago, his father had been a wreck.

"Hello?" Blake said through a mouthful of spaghetti.

"Is there a Gavin Mason there?" an official sounding voice asked and Blake swallowed his food.

"Uh, no he's not. Can I take a message?"

"Are you his son?"

No I'm the house sitter, he thought. "Yes," he replied out loud.

"I have some news about your mother son."

"My mom? She's out of town; won't be back until next week."

"Well I'm afraid there's been an accident and your mothers been involved," the voice said gently.

"Where?" Blake asked quietly.

"Downtown-"

"Here!? She was coming home early??"

Silence on the other end of the line. "I'm so sorry. If you and your father could come down to the station we could take you to the hospital and fill you in on what has happened though."

"Yeah, sure," Blake said absently.

His mother was dead. The officer didn't come out and say it but you didn't need to be a mind reader to know the meaning behind the words. There's been an accident followed by an 'I'm so sorry'?

"Dad," Blake's voice broke.

"Blake? What is it, what's wrong?" Spinner asked, going into full on parent mode.

"It's Mom-"

"What?"

"Mom! The police just called and they said that there was an accident…"

"Blake, stop fucking around," he said quietly but when his son didn't respond, he grew quiet as well.

"I'll be right there," he said listlessly.

"Rachel, come on," Spinner said quietly as he sat next to her bed and stroked her hair. They had been there for two days with no change; his wife was still unconscious and hooked up to life support. In all ways considered, she was dead. The doctors said there was no brain movement and the respirator was keeping her alive. Blake said point blank to just take her off because he would rather not see his mother lying helpless in a hospital bed, when he knew she wasn't going to wake up, but Spinner couldn't do it that easily.

"Dad. There's not going to be any change," he said quietly from the door.

"I know. I keep hoping that maybe one day-" he cut himself off as a sob escaped.

"You know what you have to do, Dad. It'd be so much better than sitting here next to her and hoping and waiting for a change that we both know won't come," Blake said gently.

Spinner nodded his head. "I know. I just…I can't look at her and do it…"

"Then have the doctors do it after we leave. Dad, you can't do this to yourself."

"What about you? Why are you so non chalant about this whole thing? Are you ok with the fact that your mother is dead?" his voice raised in Blake's direction.

"What?! Are you even serious right now? You really think I'm just going about my life now that Mom's gone? You're fucking insane," he defended himself. "While you've been here, unable to get yourself to leave, I've had to stay at home, talking to people and you know there's this funny place I have to go every day. It's called a school. Just because I'm not sitting here, bawling my eyes out over her body, doesn't mean I'm not feeling this Dad and you know it."

Spinner looked at his son for a second but Blake just shook his head. "Forget it, I'm going home Dad."


"Can I help you?"

Blake shook his head and looked around at the shop he was at; Cameron's Shop.

"Uh…sorry. Just looking," he said as he tried to orient himself with his surroundings.

"At what? This is a garage kid, not a department store."

"Right, sorry," Blake said as he backed away.

"Unless of course you're here about the sign."

"The sign?" Blake looked in the window to see a help wanted poster and he smirked. "Yeah, I'm here about the sign."

The man just looked at him and smirked. "We'll see if you work. Come by Monday after school and we'll see what we can do."

"Got a job," Blake said later that night through a mouthful of pizza.

Spinner rolled his eyes but stayed quiet.

"It's at a garage. Cameron's Shop."

"Who's the owner?" Spinner asked after a second.

His son just shrugged. "Probably some guy named Cameron, I don't know. But he said to go back Monday after school. I might as well get to used to living in hell right?"

Spinner was quiet for a while, staring at his plate but not eating. Had Sean Cameron actually come back to Toronto? He had left all those years ago without telling anyone and never came back, no one ever expected to find him here again.

"Hello…" Blake snapped his fingers in the guys face.

"What?" Spinner shook his head.

"You're staring at the pizza like you found a long lost friend," Blake laughed.

"Yeah," he forced a chuckle. "Something like that."

"So you just hire random kids now or what?"

Sean turned around to see the guy standing his doorway and scowled.

"You lost or something?"

"I heard you gave my son a job today," he said as he leaned on the counter.

"Huh," was all he said and Spinner sighed.

"Come on Sean," he said lowly.

He crossed his arms. "What? You expect me to be all buddy buddy with you or something? In case you forgot, I moved because of the shit you did. You pushed him there Spinner," Sean hissed at him. "You pushed him and I had to stop him. I had to leave because of that; I had to leave my best friend, my home, my brother and my girlfriend!"

Spinner stayed silent as he just looked at the man that used to be his friend. He expected a big blowup because hell, no one had seen him since eleventh grade and that would be their freshest memory but he didn't take into account the effect that his involvement had in people's lives; like Sean's.

"I just hope that kid of yours isn't like you," he said.

"He's a lot like his mother," Spinner finally spoke.

"Well at least he has that goin' for him," Sean sighed.

"I'm sorry," Spinner whispered and Sean looked at him.

"Yeah I know," he rolled his eyes. "You were hanging out with Jay, you can't be blamed for being dumb."

"Weren't you his best friend?"

He nodded. "I still am. But he was a dumbass and the one thing he was good at was turning other people into dumbasses."

Spinner smiled as he knocked on the counter softly. "I just wanted to come by and see who owned this place. Blake told me the name but I didn't think it was really you."

"Spin, wait. I was just closing up, you wanna…get some beers or something?"

"Are you getting touchy feely Cameron?" Spinner grinned and Sean rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you man," he said as he punched him in the arm and they walked out.

The girl crept up to her mothers side of the bed and paused, deliberating on how to ask the question that will get her the answer she wanted. She sighed after a minute, knowing that since her parents were asleep, she would have to spell it out for them.

"Mom," she whispered as she shook her arm gently. "Mom, can I go with Charlie."

She mumbled and rolled over and her daughter sighed and tried again. "Mom," she said a little louder, this time poking her.

"Ask your father," she muttered as she flung a hand towards her husband.

"Fuck!" he suddenly yelled as she threw a hand in his direction and it made direct contact with his face. His eye to be specific.

"What?" she asked as his yelling woke her up. "Uhh, Michelle you're not going out in that."

"Are you trying to blind me?" he asked as he rubbed his red eye that was watering profusely.

"Did I hit you?" she asked confused.

"No I decked myself in the face," he rolled his eyes. "And what isn't she wearing?" he asked as he turned his head to look at his daughter.

"Daddy I know-"

"Michelle Elizabeth Hogart I suggest you put your brain back in your head," he snapped and she sighed.

"Mom used to dress like this!" she protested and he whipped around to face her.

His daughter was dressed in a pair of tight, low rise jeans that left almost nothing to the imagination, a tight hot pink tank top that showed off her cleavage and came down to right below her belly button, which was suddenly shiny.

"Before I knew you," she said to her husband sheepishly.

"Change now," he pointed out of their room. "And then we can talk about when you got your belly button pierced," he brought up and she froze.

"What?"

"I'm blind in one eye Michelle, not two," he said referencing his wife's physical blow.

"You are not blind!" she protested as their daughter exited the room.

Jay looked at her and she laughed at the bright red spot on his face. "Thanks babe, really. Now, are there pictures with you wearing those clothes?" he asked as he slid closer to her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she feigned innocence and he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Did our daughter just pull that out of her ass then?"

"I…burned them," she said after a minute.

He laughed. "And by burned do you mean hiding somewhere in the closet?"

"Jason…" she warned.

He shrugged. "What? I won't do anything!! I just wanna see them. And hang them up," he said after a second.

"What?!" she shrieked. "You are not touching those!!"

"Why? They'll have nice frames!" he said as he shielded himself from another hand flung in his face.

"No!!"

"Seriously, Paige you need to live it up a little bit," he grinned as he answered the phone that started to ring beside their bed.

"Hello?" he asked laughing. "What's up Dylan? What do you mean you're at the hospital?" he asked confused as Paige sat up and ripped the phone from his hand.

"What happened?"

Jay sighed mournfully as he got out of his comfortable bed and picked up a pair jeans and waved them at his wife and she nodded. He grabbed a shirt and knocked on Michelle's door.

"Change of plans, you're going to the hospital kiddo," he said through the door.

"What? Why?" she asked as she flung the door open and revealed to her father a Kenny Chesney t-shirt.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked pointing and she rolled her eyes.

"He's a country singer," she said in a duh voice.

"I know that. Why is he on you?"

She shrugged. "Charlie got me listening to him and bought me a t-shirt. We're gonna go see him in a few months."

Jay closed his eyes and pinched his nose as if he were developing a headache.

"Paige!!" he yelled. "Our daughters been brainwashed!"

His wife appeared in the kitchen about two seconds later, her eyes all red.

"What happened?" he asked immediately.

"Mom. She was in an accident," she said softly.

"Is she ok?" Michelle asked.

She shook her head slowly. "No."